My priest, and my punisher. I had to confess my sins to him. The sins of touching myself in the most unholy of ways, for I am the biggest sex obsessed whore in my church. During my last weakness I even used a carrot to fulfill my sins. I want so bad to hate my actions, but that carrot is often a memory I look back on.

The Embarrassing Confession

He commanded me to go bring the carrot. I could still smell myself on it as I walked back like a child to him. The smell was faint but still worthy of punishment. But what dimension the punishment would take was not privy to me as of now. He sniffed the carrot for a long time.

Now let’s see to your punishment, he said. 

He told me to push my hair into a ponytail just the way he loved it. He ran the carrot through the tail and then put the carrot to my nose. Making me smell my filth was his way of reminding me I am a sex obsessed whore filled with disgusting thoughts. Then he popped the carrot into my mouth while he commanded me to remove my dress. I did without complaining. I had on my favorite gold bra and blue panties. He came close and used the carrot to tease my nipple through the bra, and they responded like a shameless slut. 

He took his time to undress and instructed me to lie in bed and watch him. 

Craving A Carrot, And A Cock – Pathetic

I immediately knew I was in for it. He helped himself undress me and run the carrot over my pussy. I got so wet that I almost had an orgasm. Noticing this, he warned me not to dare reach orgasm, unless he says so. It felt like a lot was at stake here for me. He sucked my tits till I was dripping like the sex obsessed whore I am. He then gently slid the carrot into me. It felt cold and a lot more different than when I used it on myself. Better even. He asked if it felt the same way, and I mumbled under my breath. 

He swiftly demanded a coherent response, and I blurted out a scruffy reply saying, “No, it didn’t.” Was it the fact that he was holding it instead of me? This is exactly why I came to him – I am a slut at heart, and I want him to take the whore right out of me.

He spanked my ass and told me to take a kneeling position on the bed. He continued fucking me with the carrot without letting me touch him. I was hungry to have him in my mouth as I moaned loudly. 

Can This Punishment Really Stop This Sex Obsessed Whore?

He went hard and fast and kept instructing me not to cum. I was dying to reach climax at this point. He slipped it out of my pussy and put what was left right in my mouth again, and I could taste myself all over the carrot. It tasted stronger this time and much wetter than before. He told me to remain on my back as he positioned himself to enter me – as well as raise my hands and hold on to the bed frame. He fucked me like a monster and kept warning me not to cum or move my hands away from the bed frame. Only a sex obsessed whore could love this as much as I did. Finally, he instructed me to cum at this point. And at that moment, his instruction was my undoing as I let go of a full-blown squirt. 

Then he put the remaining carrot in my mouth and instructed me to finish it as he watched me with satisfaction written over his face. He started sternly going on about how he hoped this got rid of the nasty thoughts I have. He had hoped I will be less of a Scarlett. Am I a bad person if this made me want to rebel more?

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